Green lung
Where mothers come to push Silver Crossed toddlers
As dog walkers walk their hairy dogs.
See it on a summery Sunday afternoon
Frisbees and football
Amidst picnicking people.
It’s like a Lowry print
Except the figures move.
Glad to be alive
Casting shadows on the grass.
Once, long ago
I laid in a snowfall there
And left my shape
Spread-eagled
Like a murder victim
Waiting for
Summer to return.
by Yorkshire Pudding June 14th 2007
Queen Victoria guards the Hunters Bar entrance to Endcliffe Park, Sheffield.
That's rather good, YP..
ReplyDeleteVery good, in fact. :)
ReplyDeleteI concur. You clever bugger.
ReplyDeleteThis is a stunning poem. I wish I knew more of the specific references... time to do research again.
ReplyDelete"Silver-crossed toddlers". Brilliant.
ReplyDeletevery nice poem jep
ReplyDeleteThank you dear readers... as all true poets do..
ReplyDeleteI shall take a bow and give thanks to you..
Thanks to Steve from fair Manchester town
And sweet Alkelda in her see-through gown
The muttering lady who loveth the horse
Not forgetting Jennyta of course!
And finallly dear Julie who cometh at last
As she moans to the poet - "You're going too fast!"
Is there no end to your talents, YP! (Add proof reading to the list!)
ReplyDeleteNot bad, but I bet you can't put a Rowntrees Fruit Pastille in your mouth without realising they are made from boiled cows' bones!!!
ReplyDeleteFoX
Hey! How did you find out about the see-through gown? Shocking, I say.
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